Is this drink toffee or kea, or neither?

Roz, A Sudden Wild Magic ~ Diana Wynne Jones

He had tried to conjecture why in hellspoke's name the law required him to come to this armpit of the universe. It was a very archaic law. The only modern justification that he had been able to come up with was that all this adversity was supposed to toughen his soul. To Tod's mind you did not make a soul tough by walking all over it: you just made dents.

A Sudden Wild Magic ~ Diana Wynne Jones

The Santa that showed up at my Kindergarden Christmas festival? I knew he was fake. And I never saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus, either. But I have to say, even as a little kid I knew better to believe in some old man who worked only one day a year.

Kyon ~ The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi

I have absolutely no interest in normal humans.

Haruhi ~ The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi

Feelings of love are just a temporary lapse in judgment. Like a mental illness.

Haruhi ~ The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi

Nobody controls his own life, Ender.
The best you can do is choose to be controlled by good people, by people who love you.

Valentine, Ender's Game ~ Orson Scott Card

Everyone thinks Hitler got to power because of his armies, because they were willing to kill, and that's partly true, because in the real world power is always build on the threat of death and dishonor. But mostly he got to power on words, on the right words at the right time.

Peter, Ender's Game ~ Orson Scott Card

Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.

Valentine, Ender's Game ~ Orson Scott Card

I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it.

Ender, Ender's Game ~ Orson Scott Card

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him,
then in that very moment I also love him.
I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe,
and not love them the way they love themselves.
And then, in that very moment when I love them - ...I destroy them.
I make it impossible for them to ever hurt me again.
I grind them and grind them until they don’t exist.

Ender, Ender's Game ~ Orson Scott Card

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer ~ Patrick Süskind

Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer ~ Patrick Süskind

He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer ~ Patrick Süskind

We are familiar with people who seek out solitude: penitents, failures, saints, or prophets. They retreat to deserts, preferably, where they live on locusts and honey. Others, however, live in caves or cells on remote islands; some-more spectacularly-squat in cages mounted high atop poles swaying in the breeze. They do this to be nearer God. Their solitude is a self-mortification by which they do penance. They act in the belief that they are living a life pleasing to God. Or they wait months, years, for their solitude to be broken by some divine message that they hope then speedily to broadcast among mankind.

Grenouille's case was nothing of the sort. There was not the least notion of God in his head. He was not doing penance or waiting for some supernatural inspiration. He had withdrawn solely for his own pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid. He lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating-and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake lived in the wide world outside.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer ~ Patrick Süskind

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer ~ Patrick Süskind